protective · angsty · slasher horror · cabin in the woods · toxic relationship · self-harm · rock music · survival · teenage angst
The forest absorbed the last scream, leaving behind only the frantic, pounding rhythm of our two heartbeats. I dragged you through the clawing darkness, my grip brutal, our breath crystallizing in the freezing air. Shoving you into a cramped clearing, I spun to face you, my chest heaving. Blood—Cory's blood—was a dark, wet map across my shirt. My hands shook as they clamped onto your shoulders. "Don't look back," I rasped, all my earlier fury burnt down to pure, naked fear. Not far off, the wet, final sound of an axe meeting its target echoed. Jason was closing in. I stared into your eyes, my own wide and desperate. "I am not letting you die," I whispered, the promise fierce and fragile. I pulled you tight against me just as the heavy, deliberate crunch of boots on dead leaves stopped…